Surely Not a Quasi-Incest Sex Event... Right?
This place was the Britis Central Church, the heart of the Holy Kingdom of Hebnia — as good as Hamalon's own home. Step out of the confessional and take the corridor to the right, and a room awaited there; climb the stairs to its second floor, and you'd find Hamalon's chamber.
The moment I stepped inside, I stripped off my clothes and headed straight for the bathroom.
I began scrubbing my body clean of the cum and sweat coating it, but the semen pooled inside my pussy kept nagging at me.
"To wash this out..."
There was no way around it — I'd have to scrape it out along the walls of my vagina, wouldn't I? But then... how was that any different from masturbating?
Sliiick—!!
I smacked both my cheeks hard to snap myself back to my senses, then brought the shower hose up close to my crotch. With my other hand, I slowly slid my fingers in.
"Hnngh...♡"
Maybe because a cock had been ramming in and out of me so violently, two fingers slid in without the slightest resistance.
The ridged, winding walls of my vagina, the slick squelch and stickiness of love juices mixed with cum.
It was a sensation I had never once experienced back when I was a man.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
"Hnnnngh...♡ Wh-why am I... feeling thisss...♡"
This was a perfectly healthy act of flushing semen out of my pussy, and yet the more I felt those winding walls, the faster my fingers moved.
Then my passage clamped down tight, squeezing my fingers as if it might snap them.
"Right theerre... it felt good...♡"
Squeezeee—!!
"Haah-hnngh♥"
The moment I pressed down on the spot where that extra's cock had hammered into me over and over, the grip grew even fiercer.
Squeeeze—!! Squelch—!!
My fingers traced little circles inside my narrow passage entirely of their own accord, beyond my will.
That motion churned the cum still stuffed inside me together with the endless flood of love juices now pouring out.
"Haahahhngh...♡ I'm a s-saintess... how can it feel this... fucking good...♡"
Technically it was my own body now, since I was the Saintess Hamalon — but I hadn't gotten used to it yet, so it felt like I was mercilessly finger-fucking some silver-haired, blue-eyed saintess in the middle of her shower.
The stimulation I'd felt back when I'd examined my pussy in detail in the confessional flashed through my mind, and I began rubbing my clitoris with my thumb, almost tickling it.
"Hnnnngh♥"
They said the clitoris was far more sensitive than a dick. It was true.
Just this much stimulation had my hips bucking wildly.
"Th-this is... so easy...?"
As a man, I'd had to grip my cock and work it with my hand — hardly what you'd call simple. But now, as a woman, all it took was tapping this tiny little bean over and over, and orgasm after orgasm washed over me, incomparable to anything back then.
"Haahahahngh♥"
It felt like I could start and finish masturbating with nothing but a flick and a click.
"N-no waaAAAY♥"
Fshuuuuush—!!
A tremendous amount of liquid burst out of me like a dam breaking.
"Hahngh♥ Wh-what... is thiiiis...?! It won't... stooOOP♥"
The instant I gushed out another wave, pressed up against my upper vaginal wall, and tried to pull my fingers free, they were ejected with a pop. At the same time, my eyes rolled back on their own.
This reaction. This sensation.
There was no doubt about it — I'd cum from just fingering my pussy a few times.
As if moaning while being stuffed full of cock weren't enough, now I was using that very memory as a side dish to get myself off.
"This is just... a bitch in heat, isn't it..."
Along with the crushing reality-check that hit the moment after climax, I collapsed in a heap on the spot.
After the masturbation session, my head felt clear and my body finally moved according to my own will. But apparently all the ordeals I'd been put through before I'd even had a chance to adjust to Hamalon's body had taken their toll, because an overwhelming fatigue came crashing down on me.
Before I could carve out my own story, I had no choice but to throw myself onto the bed.
"Haah, I'm so exhausted."
It was probably because my Divine Power had been drained dealing with two men.
Divine Power was basically the sanity/MP stat from other games.
Even if your HP hit zero, as long as you had Divine Power left you could keep pushing through the dungeon. But even with HP to spare, if your Divine Power bottomed out, you'd have to trudge through the dungeon all over again from the very beginning.
Divine Power drained every time Hamalon got fucked, just like earlier — and it recovered by resting at save points in town or inside dungeons.
"So what am I going to do starting tomorrow?"
Tomorrow, the men would surely come running with fire in their eyes, all desperate to ravage me again.
"And if my Divine Power bottoms out like that..."
Then I'd hit the bad ending, wouldn't I.
The moment every single user cheers for. Because in that moment alone, Hamalon becomes a complete bitch in heat, getting ruthlessly rutted.
Just picturing the scene — staring at the cocks waiting in line for their turn, spreading my ass and whimpering, 'There's still... a hole left open here...♡' — and my cock would stand right up...
Ah. Right. I don't have one anymore.
"Haaaaah..."
The thought that I would have to experience every last bit of it firsthand wrung sigh after sigh out of me.
My ass would have to be broken in too. I'd have to be ravaged by tentacles, goblins, orcs, all sorts of monsters.
Still, the silver lining was that thanks to my veteran Holy Eros playthrough, I could avoid getting ravaged by the monsters.
"...Fire!"
Fwoooosh—!!
I'd been curious how skill activation actually worked, so I'd spat out the skill name — and a small flame puffed briefly out of my palm.
"Oh... Ohhhhh! Magic. I can actually use real magic?!"
Getting ravaged wasn't the only thing I had to worry about. I could wield magic — the ultimate fulfillment of every man's romantic fantasies.
It was a shame there was no interface to check my HP, MP, and Divine Power at a glance, though.
I'd have to figure all of that out piece by piece while clearing dungeons.
Knock-knock-knock—!!
"Saintess, are you there?"
I wondered what kind of lunatic would track me down all the way to my room — but the moment I recognized the voice, I knew there was no need for alarm.
"Yes, Father. Come in."
"Pardon the intrusion."
"Father, I told you — when it's just the two of us, please call me Hamalon like you used to."
The middle-aged man opening the door and stepping inside was Abendot, the man who had scooped up the orphaned five-year-old Hamalon and raised her with every ounce of devotion as his adopted daughter. As Elder of the Britis Central Church, he was the single greatest pillar behind Hamalon's rise to her current position.
"So I did. I'm still not used to it. My apologies, Hamalon."
"It's quite all right, Father. Please, have a seat over here."
Whenever the two of them were alone, Hamalon always wanted Abendot to treat her casually.
Going by his reactions, Hamalon's character setup and story were exactly as they'd been in the game.
"Were there many who came for confession today as well?"
"Two people came for confession today, Father."
"I see. I'm ever so grateful for the strength you lend to so many, always."
"It is simply the work that only I can do."
Abendot was exactly the man I knew from the game. His speech and mannerisms were no different either.
He was always the kind, doting father — the one person who embraced and cherished Hamalon warmly, as a person.
"It seems more and more people have been coming for confession lately."
And whose fault would that be, if not Hamalon's — walking around exuding the most outrageously lewd pheromones imaginable.
"Which must mean there are that many lost lambs for me to save."
"Sometimes I think I've placed far too heavy a burden upon you."
"Father, this is the path I chose. You know that."
At thirteen, Hamalon had glimpsed the Saintess Jeanne by chance and resolved to become a saintess herself. After grueling, relentless effort, she succeeded Jeanne and claimed the title of youngest saintess after her.
"Soon you'll be leaving Hebnia, and as your father, my worry knows no end."
"Father, I am a saintess. I can push through any evil, no matter what it is."
"And yet you've never once faced a Creature, have you."
Creatures were this world's version of monsters from other games.
Thinking back to how I floundered when I first started the beta — clueless about monster strategies and HP/MP allocation...
Ugh, it really makes my skin crawl just remembering.
"Father, if anything, I'm looking forward to it. The moment is coming when I will crush every evil that exists and save this world."
Hearing that, Abendot stared blankly at my face for a moment.
Come to think of it, Hamalon wasn't the type to talk like that.
The thought of physically clearing dungeons myself, with far more freedom than the game ever allowed, had my gamer soul leaking out all over my dialogue.
"Well, it is a saintess's duty, after all. Still, don't push yourself too hard."
"Yes, Father."
"I love you, my daughter. Sleep well."
Abendot pressed a light kiss to my forehead, dimmed the lamp, and slipped out of the room.
In the darkness as silence settled in, I pulled the soft blanket up over my shoulders and imagined the dungeon runs that lay ahead.
This wouldn't be combat where I nudged a pixelated sprite around with keyboard clicks.
Like a full-dive game out of an anime, I could clear dungeons through sheer athleticism and nimble movement, even without skills.
What a romantic adventure this was going to be.
The only problem was that for the next six months, I'd have to keep getting ravaged by men here...
"Hold on."
Right now, I wasn't bound by any system restrictions. Because I wasn't a player — I was the character in the game itself.
Even if I left Hebnia the moment the sun rose tomorrow, there would be no problem at all.
Which meant I could head straight for dungeon runs without ever getting fucked by the men of Hebnia, couldn't I?
"Heh heh... Yeah. That's the answer. Oh, come on. All that worrying for nothing."
Leaving before dawn wouldn't pull the morning sex event forward or anything.
There had never been any reason to despair just because this world differed from the Holy Eros I knew.
"The dungeon closest to here would be Gotiamo Cave."
It was a dungeon populated by goblins — and the orcs that ruled over those goblins.
Since it was the first dungeon in the game, the difficulty was low — any player who wasn't an absolute bot could clear it on the first try.
I figured I should approach it with the mindset of learning combat instincts and getting a feel for managing HP, MP, and Divine Power.
"Ha, I can't wait. I want to get to the dungeon and fight already."
Just imagining the adventure waiting for me had my body — half-dead until moments ago — feeling perfectly fine again.
Since I needed sleep to recover the Divine Power I'd lost today, I forced my eyes shut.
But.
"Let's just check the skills I can use right now, then sleep."
My heart was still pounding away, making sleep impossible.
"If I remember right, I could use the basic skills for fire, water, and holy attributes."
I'd already confirmed the fire one, so it was time to check the water and holy basics.
"The skill name is... Water Shot!"
The instant I thrust out my palm and called the skill name—
Sploosh-BOOM—!!
A water droplet fired off like a bullet and smacked into the wall.
Since I was testing skills inside my own room, I'd meant to use it as weakly as possible — apparently I'd nailed the strength modulation on the first try.
"And for holy attribute... Holy Symbol!"
FLAAARE—!!
A golden orb formed above my palm, floated up, and blazed with intense light in every direction.
It was a skill that healed me while dealing damage to Creatures.
Its signature quirk was that it hovered around overhead like a disco ball.
"God, though, the skill names are so freaking cringe."
It being the beta and all, the basic skills and the early ones did have a distinctly lame naming scheme.
Not that it mattered — every skill learned later on had nothing but badass names. This much was nothing.
"Hamalon, aren't you asleep yet?"
"I'm going to sleep right now, Father!"
Abendot's voice drifted up at the sound of me firing off one skill after another.
Like a kid scrambling into bed the second he heard his parents coming after staying up past bedtime, I dove under the covers.
"Okay, time to actually sleep. Can't wait for tomorrow."
I crushed down my excitement at the thought of forging my own adventure and drifted off.
Just as my mind was growing hazy and I was on the verge of sleep—
Thud. Thud. Thud—!!
Someone was climbing the stairs. The footsteps were followed by the sound of the door opening.
Did Abendot come to check that I was sleeping well?
Of course, Abendot was the only person who would set foot in my room.
Just as I was picturing the image of a caring father pausing to watch over his sleeping daughter before quietly leaving—
Click—!!
The sound of something being undone. And it sounded exactly like a pair of trousers — a buckle and a belt being unfastened.
Hold on. No way. It's not, right? That thing I'm thinking of... it's really not that... is it?